Chapter 11: ting tang, walla walla bing bang
A tall manga-artist jumped out of the trees. He looked around wildly, long, flowy hair swishing to and fro, deep blue eyes flashing angrily. "This is OUTRAGEOUS!" Armed with fistfuls of bread, he began chucking pieces upward, ignoring the fact that gravity promptly brought the pieces down faster than he could throw them up.
Yami stared.
"You call this a story? I call it abuse of anime! How could you force anime characters to interact with… with non-anime-people? The injustice! The disgrace! And making them flat! Oh, such mockery! I'm suing! Show yourselves, evil freaks!"
Suddenly, Smasher came bounding by, Seto fast in pursuit, shaking a fist. "Give… me… my… CARDS!"
Smasher merely ran faster, squishing the rabid manga-artist with a well-aimed… erm, accidental foot.
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Moments later, the writers appeared, poking at the limp body of the bread-thrower. "Hey… that looks like our friend Stephen!"
"Yeah, it –is- our friend Stephen!"
Just then, friend Stephen woke up. "You! I'm going to sue you for everything you're worth, you perverters of anime!" He proceeded to let out a long string of Japanese curse words.
The Gaffer-look-alike witch doctor began chanting again, and the authoresses, friend Stephen, and their mutual friend Bob, were transported to court. Bob decided to be the authoresses' lawyer, while Stephen hired the best that money could buy, being rather rich from his memorable mangas. Moments later, the aauthoresses had lost the case, as Bob was a VERY poor lawyer. But, as the authoresses combined were worth roughly negative $300 dollars, they ended up making money from the whole thing. Score!